Writ shite in the dead o'nighte

Category: Poetic Werks

and went for a spin I’m not sure who i am I’m not sure I’ve been myself for a very long time I don’t believe I’ve ever fully been my own self. who are you? i am a conglomerate of those who need help. I am soft, gentle, loving I am forgiveness, healing. love dissolved, […]

re-membering Love lost before it ever.. ’06 to a place in time crossing lines, vanishing veils before.. time was ever to take a form.. Somewhere through the liquid mirror.. reaching in for the moment in space where you -and I robed in the ancients’ glistening veils- so lovingly me enfolded, transfiguring my skin to effervescing […]

The Baronesse 7.4.17 (seven for ten or ten for seven? either way there is still 1) There is no one for me no children for me no. 1 They took my dreams and threw me out of my own life miss placed in the dream of some con to another created bas`tard form of interpreta.i. […]

I’ve lost mae wings in a mynde whither we in nothing no thought taken removed erased no re: to member no more. to have in dying and hold i cannot see the thing that takes me back in health blank is the slate of late. yet, i have what i love most and a smile […]

You will know me right away. I cannot be held for very long. Walls do not stretch nor ceilings nor floors. Rescind is to abrogate. I am here until the end. An invitation in remiss to those who will not see, who turn to disagree dawning farder, shoving [more there to] morder under rug. The […]

gearbox 18.4.16 I feel my life is cycling itself from future to present. My past is no longer existent. I find it difficult to re-member the stories that came before I remember the stories that are after that come into now, cycling back from the future. I’ve written this before, read this before, saw this […]